BROMAZOLAM BLUES: A DESCENT INTO SYNTHETIC SLUMBER

The haze mists in, a thick blanket stitched from chemicals. It starts with tingles, a subtle alteration in perception. The world blurs, edges becoming undefined. It's a descent into the manufactured stillness, where worries disappear and reality warps like gum. But this artificial slumber, it has a shadow. A creeping emptiness that lingers even wh